When the mercury rises above ninety the conversation changes, the conversation turns to sex because in the heat it’s an…

A billion years of hurtling around the Sun and I come to Earth in a ball of fire,

brought…

Her hands could coax Mozart from stone, Mendelsohn from the blue skies above, and Beethoven from all the mad rush of waters on earth.

Those hands help point her young son toward…

I was 13 when the phone call came with news of Teeny’s death.

Her Ma asked to talk to me, personally, but when she…

Cellars full of batteries, ammo, rice cakes and gold, awaiting the final trumpet to sound the all-clear.  You pray for plague, flood and famine; you'll be surprised to find your own fists reeking…

I remember floating along an iced sweep of road by the Sound, Puget Sound, in dead winter. The land was flat as a table, the sky gray forever, and houses lining the road on the side away from the…

They said rock n roll was dead, murdered by disco and radio and punk and MTV and drum machines and Michael Jackson and Skrillex.

And now they say--with great …

6.) It’s all about the auditory--can’t get enough of the clicking of the keys or the scratching of pen against paper…

At age forty-five she took inventory of her life, listed her strengths and weaknesses, her short and longterm goals.  Then she asked herself questions such as, "What was my greatest mistake?" and…

If someone made a movie about her life, the defining song would be Bird On the Wire, Madeleine Peyroux's lounge version from The Blue Room CD.  The sound is full of apology, whole and…

                  Three days after his mother died, Jake was laid off from work. Seems the business went under while he was spoon feeding his mom morphine…

A while ago (months if not years) we described where we wrote, included photos;  Teresa’s cosy cubby-hole comes immediately to…

It was time to pop my cherry, finally. 

I spruced myself up, got my…

The smug wiser-thans try to tell you that the bullies will grow up to be convenience store clerks and failures.  

Some, maybe, but others will be the jocks who date-rape your…

Sheets, white and rumpled, fitted to your every curve, your bent knee, your arm across your…

At 5A.M. I heard the bells and rose. The mist seemed to keep the sound close and long around me, laying it about my shoulders as if perhaps I might need protection…

Though it's March, there's an artificial Christmas tree in the corner of the master bedroom, the only space left to put it.  It's ten feet of Frontgate's best, wrapped in a green vinyl storage…